Born of the Storm

Chapter 3

       "No!" his voice boomed, commanding and powerful, yet I stood firm. I had expected his refusal. His eyes narrowed, piercing through me, but I didn't flinch. The power dynamic was shifting, and despite the tension crackling in the air, I remained resolute. This confrontation was inevitable, and I was ready for it.

        I found myself in Alessandro's office, bathed in sunlight streaming through the large windows that now seemed to darken around us as tension filled the room.

        He's better than ever. Fully recovered and solidifying our family business and organization. 

         "This isn't up for debate, I came here to inform you." after much deliberation, I had resolved to take charge, to witness our role in society, and bare the responsibility of a Moretti. Motivated by numerous factors, it was not a choice but rather a role I had to portray. Every sacrifice had brought me closer to the truth. Questions awaited answers, cases demanded resolution—this was only the beginning and I was up for it.

        Alessandro's displeasure was palpable, as anticipated.

        He searched for words, sighing. "Teresa, you're strong. Stronger than I am," he chuckled reufully. "But this game you're playing, it's dangerous. You don't want that, and I don't want to see you in it." He pleaded. His eyes urging me to reconsider.

        "I'm not playing games, Alessandro. I understand the risks, and I stand by my decision," I countered, noticing a flicker of anger and disappointment in his eyes before he regained his composure.

        "I know you're doing this for your parents, but remember yourself in all this. This isn't what you've ever wanted, Teresa." he implored, his words striking a nerve.

        "It's more than just that now, I can't afford to ignore what needs to be done," I replied firmly, my voice now resonant and unwavering.

        He massaged his temples briefly, then rose from his chair. His hesitation to speak further was evident, a hint of defeat in his tone, though he managed a smile. "It was always yours," It came out almost a whisper. "I can't do anything to stop you, you are the heir." he offered, his compliment a mix of resignation and encouragement. "I am just scared for your safety, Teresa. You've been sheltered by your parents, you are vulnerable to the Moretti's, to us, to me." he confessed, his voice softening slightly.

        Alessandro and her wife, Lucia, had never had children of their own. My presence meant they wanted to shield and protect me. But I refuse to live the same way that I did, given that I am now aware of the world that I live in.

        I only offered him a reassuring smile, a silent promise.

        In the Moretti estate, the aroma of freshly cooked Italian cuisine filled the kitchen. I wandered in, drawn by the comforting scent, to find Lucia gracefully moving about, stirring pots and chopping vegetables with practiced ease.

        "Lucia," I greeted warmly, leaning against the kitchen island. "It's been too long since I've smelled the aroma of your dishes." I added.

        Lucia turned with a smile, her eyes reflecting warmth and a hint of concern. "Teresa, dear, it's always a pleasure to have you here. Vieni, siediti. La cena sarà pronta a breve." (Come sit down. Dinner will be ready soon)

        As we settled at the kitchen table, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the times Lucia had acted as a surrogate mother since the passing of my parents' tragic incident.